Bride To His Darkness
Chapter 183: Silent Punishment

Chapter 183: Silent Punishment

When Ivan was done handling royal matters for the rest of the day, he returned to his chamber to find his little lamb sitting on her bed, but she had gotten to her feet the moment he walked in, a habit she had grown accustomed to after serving him for months now.

As usual, she helped him out of his attire before he finally got dressed into his royal obsidian-black night robe, all prepared to head to bed, but there was just one problem– he didn’t feel like going to sleep. Naturally, he was a man who hated the company of others, he had driven his entourage away after having had it to his limits, but he found himself finishing his duties a lot earlier today so he could spend time with his little lamb, and now that he was here where he could see her, he hardly knew how to begin, where to start, or how to divert her attention in his direction.

Did it bother him that she was listening to the whispers that belonged to another man? Absolutely! The idea of it happening to her made him sick, and he wanted to meet the owner of those whispers in person so he could rip out that tongue and give it to his little lamb as a token. No matter what anyone said to him, he couldn’t care less if she had ten soulmates out there, what he cared about most is making her his so the rest of the peasants can know she’s taken, but how to do that when she stubbornly won’t admit her feelings for him.

"Stress...." He let out a weary sigh before stealing a glance at his little lamb.

If he would be getting any sleep tonight he hardly knew, now he regretted finishing his work early cause there was presently nothing for him to handle. Since he had the time today, he let his gaze linger on the pretty blonde woman who was sitting up on her bed, her delicate fingers meticulously knitting a fabric with concentration, and just watching the way those skilled fingers move made Ivan curious to know if they’d be just as skilled when working on his body, the mere thought of this tempting inquiry was making his irises contract darkly, his demon side pushing their way forward to relish on his sinful thoughts.

The sound of her heartbeat, her sweet floral scent that enveloped his chamber with an intoxicating fragrance only stimulated his dark mind. His ardent gaze moved to study her golden-blonde hair that was packed in a messy bun, but what killed it was when she lifted her delicate hands to loosen the ribbon, and the braided part fell lazily down her right shoulder, with a few strands falling exceptionally on her forehead. It made Ivan’s fingers dig lightly onto his mattress as he was tempted to run them through those soft locks, and then kiss those soft lips afterwards?

He wanted to do more than just kiss her.

He wasn’t even sure if his thoughts would one day become reality, but just thinking about it was making him plead silently to the gods, the heavens, that they would make it approach sooner. He knew he shouldn’t, it was immoral of him to do this, it was beyond his strict principles, he knew, but even so, he couldn’t stop himself from picturing her naked. When the image dared to flash before his eyes, the sight of her smooth milky-white skin nearly made his mouth water, her lovely throat trailing down to her beguiling shoulders, those impeccable bosoms that lured him to no ends and her alluring waist, her hips, down to her creamy thighs and of course, he couldn’t obliviate the feels of her bottom.

He wanted to feel it again.

And that one spot between her legs.....!!

"Fuck..!" He murmured a curse and bit his bottom lip, he was doing absolutely nothing but encouraging his demon side to take full charge and just rip that dress off her body so he can claim what was rightfully his. He squeezed his eyes shut when the image of taking her again and again while sinking his sharp canines into that lovely neck made his fangs strain to reveal themselves, but he gave himself a mental shake, whilst driving away whatever dirty thought he nearly imagined, but the deed had been done, and he was beginning to feel hot all over, the sensation transferring down past his lower abdomen.

He turned the other way on his bed, refusing to give in to the temptation when she hadn’t accepted his feelings yet.

But for how long will he be able to keep this need cooped up? When was the last time he ever felt this way for a woman? This wasn’t the first time he had been aroused by a woman, but it wasn’t like this, it wasn’t to the point where he felt he couldn’t no longer hold on to his restraint.

All he did was succumb to a little imagination and his balls already feel like they’re up and ready to burst. Do a lot of men go through this??

"Are you alright?" Ivan’s body automatically tensed when he heard her ask in a questioning tone, her sweet, concerned voice catching his ear. "Do you perhaps need my help with something?"

"Stop talking like that! God I wanna die tonight!" He complained out loud without turning to look at her, he couldn’t even dare himself anymore, and her voice, her sweet voice was only adding fuel to the burning fire. What do they name this type of torture?

"What.... What is going on?" Samantha blinked in bafflement, obviously looking lost especially after hearing the part he wished himself death. Did he drink again? She mentally asked herself, but before she could utter anything else, she heard him groan in frustration as he got out of bed. What left her dazed was when he refused to drop his duvet which had wrapped his body.

"Where are you going with that–"

"Stop talking."

Samantha immediately abided by his command due to the urgency in his voice. He quickly opened the door to the bathing chamber and went in. She heard it lock from the inside, and she was left to stare at the door of the bathing chamber in perplexity.

"Is he upset with me?" Samantha pondered in bewilderment, not sure of what to make with his strange reaction. If she had done something to make him angry then this wasn’t the right time for him to give her the silent treatment cause they had more critical issues at hand.

She had thought deeply about what to do concerning Lady Agathe, but first, she was going to have to visit her old home in Fernwood. In order to go there, she would need Ivan’s permission, and in order to gain his permission, she’ll have to tell him everything about Lady Agathe in the hopes that he’d believe her. Ivan might not listen and it is possible he could question Lady Agathe directly, and that was her fear. Before she tells him anything, he’ll have to promise her first, cause she really needs to return to her old home on Fernwood.

When Ivan finally stepped out of the bathing chamber an hour later, he was holding onto his duvet. The look on his face suddenly expressed a weariness she was only noticing for the first time, leaving her slightly concerned as to why he spent such a long time in his bathing chamber. He headed towards his bed in silence, barely stealing a glance in her direction.

Samantha wanted to speak but was immediately reminded of her earlier attempts and when he told her not to do so.

Why does he look like that?

Glancing at the used paper on her side table, she crumpled it in her palm and aimed it at Ivan before tossing it in his direction, her one attempt to gain his attention. It hit him straight at the side of his head, and when he successfully glanced at the woman responsible for his exhausted predicament, she was being all cute while indicating if she was allowed to continue speaking. The sight made him scowl internally.

Curse women!

"What do you want?"

At his question, she dropped the fabric she was busy knitting. Upon rising to her feet so she could approach his bedside, Ivan immediately stopped her from coming anywhere close to him, the urgency to keep her away was evident in his eyes.

"You can talk to me all the way from there, I’m not deaf." He suggested, and it wasn’t because he didn’t want her staying near him, he was pushing her away merely for her own sake. Samantha was still puzzled by his explicable behavior since the moment he stepped into the room, but nevertheless, she obeyed and remained on her bed.

"What was so crucial that you had to stone me with a paper?" He inquired, and Samantha took a deep breath before requesting.

"I want to return to Fernwood village, but I’ll need your help."